[Fic] Go Out With a Boom
Muse: Noah Smith
Word count: 438 words
Prompt: you got a new horizon, this ephemeral star for savich_inc
There was a supernova blotting out the sky as Noah raced across the Nevada desert, bruised light glinting off the red hood of the convertible. Wind blasted past his ears, like a small sonic boom each time he turned his head to look behind. He couldn't hear the sirens, but he could see them, the tiny black cars pursuing him. They couldn't catch him. He pressed his foot against the gas pedal, the needle of the speedometer sinking further and further, and it seemed for the briefest of seconds that the sun was sinking with it, and that if he drove just a little faster, the sun would go out forever and everything would be dark, excepting, of course, the glowling lights of Vegas behind him and the red and blue flashes of the police car, getting smaller and smaller by the second.
He had killed. He had killed a lot, one after another, the scent of blood thick in the air. IT all smelled the same to him, human blood, angel blood, it didn't really matter. He just wanted it--wanted to see it on the floor, on his knives, on his hands. He wanted to smell it forever, wanted the scent to seep into the capillaries of his nose and never leave. He wanted the perfect day to never end, for it to go on forever and stretch to eternity, to infinity. But there are so many people you can kill in broad daylight without being caught, and he had exceeded that number by more than a few. There weren't many ways this could end well for Noah, and he wasn't counting on any of them. It couldn't happen to him, anyway--he couldn't die, not today.
The setting sun seemed to be pulsating just above the horizon, his bloody golden heart still beating in the sky. Everything reached for him, and yet he was already touching everything, the wheel, the gas pedal, the knives, the road, the sky and the desert around him. He was the sun, beating radioactive rays down on everything, burning up but never going out. Noah was soaring.
And then there were shots, ripples of disturbance shaking his perfect world. One shattered the back windshield, one pierced the metal of the trunk, and then the last shot clipped his back tire. The tire exploded and the car went spiraling out of control, over the bumper on the side of the road, spinning through the sand and the sparse dry brush. Noah clutched the wheel with white knuckles, his teeth clenched in a manic grin. He couldn't see anything--it was a blur of sky and dirt, windows cracking and bones rattling. The star in the front seat was on fire, consuming the horizon with a brilliant, blinding light, exploding into pure energy, as the car was engulfed in red flame and spun over the side of the canyon.
The sun sank below the horizon, the black hole imploded, and it was dark in the desert once again.
Word count: 438 words
Prompt: you got a new horizon, this ephemeral star for savich_inc
There was a supernova blotting out the sky as Noah raced across the Nevada desert, bruised light glinting off the red hood of the convertible. Wind blasted past his ears, like a small sonic boom each time he turned his head to look behind. He couldn't hear the sirens, but he could see them, the tiny black cars pursuing him. They couldn't catch him. He pressed his foot against the gas pedal, the needle of the speedometer sinking further and further, and it seemed for the briefest of seconds that the sun was sinking with it, and that if he drove just a little faster, the sun would go out forever and everything would be dark, excepting, of course, the glowling lights of Vegas behind him and the red and blue flashes of the police car, getting smaller and smaller by the second.
He had killed. He had killed a lot, one after another, the scent of blood thick in the air. IT all smelled the same to him, human blood, angel blood, it didn't really matter. He just wanted it--wanted to see it on the floor, on his knives, on his hands. He wanted to smell it forever, wanted the scent to seep into the capillaries of his nose and never leave. He wanted the perfect day to never end, for it to go on forever and stretch to eternity, to infinity. But there are so many people you can kill in broad daylight without being caught, and he had exceeded that number by more than a few. There weren't many ways this could end well for Noah, and he wasn't counting on any of them. It couldn't happen to him, anyway--he couldn't die, not today.
The setting sun seemed to be pulsating just above the horizon, his bloody golden heart still beating in the sky. Everything reached for him, and yet he was already touching everything, the wheel, the gas pedal, the knives, the road, the sky and the desert around him. He was the sun, beating radioactive rays down on everything, burning up but never going out. Noah was soaring.
And then there were shots, ripples of disturbance shaking his perfect world. One shattered the back windshield, one pierced the metal of the trunk, and then the last shot clipped his back tire. The tire exploded and the car went spiraling out of control, over the bumper on the side of the road, spinning through the sand and the sparse dry brush. Noah clutched the wheel with white knuckles, his teeth clenched in a manic grin. He couldn't see anything--it was a blur of sky and dirt, windows cracking and bones rattling. The star in the front seat was on fire, consuming the horizon with a brilliant, blinding light, exploding into pure energy, as the car was engulfed in red flame and spun over the side of the canyon.
The sun sank below the horizon, the black hole imploded, and it was dark in the desert once again.